Ko moje pesmi tiskane
Po belem svetu bodo šle,
Nekteri mož jih bo izbral,
I dragi svoji v dar podal.
Ko tvoj v Ljubljano pride mož,
Tud ti dobila ene boš,
V rudeče usnje vezane
I zlatom bodo rezane.
O beri jih, preberi vse,
Saj tebi so napisane.
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